Tuesday, May 17, 2016

Release Day Blitz: Dark Alpha’s Demand by Donna Grant

There is no escaping a Reaper. I am an elite assassin, part of a brotherhood that only answers to Death. And when Death says your time is up, I am coming for you…

My secret is an ancient one. I exist to exact vengeance on the Fae for their wrongs per Death’s orders. When I’m sent to one of the most treacherous, deceitful places on any realm – the court of the Light Queen – as a spy, things awry. Neve captured my soul with just a look from her seductive gaze. She is who I want, who I crave…who I hunger for. But someone has set out to kill her – and expose me. I’ll destroy any man – human or Fae – who brings harm to her, for she is the light my soul can’t risk losing…

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Excerpts

The Light Fae. As a race, they were supposed to be all
about good and decency, but there wasn’t a shred of either emotion within the
walls of Usaeil’s castle.

Neve observed Talin examining everything around him -
from the castle, the Fae walking outside, the trees, and even the sky. His pale
silver eyes missed nothing. She wondered what he saw, and how he catalogued
things.

His long, black hair had the barest hint of a wave to it
as it hung to the shoulders of his pale blue shirt. He shoved one side behind
an ear and tilted his head as if listening.

She didn’t think he realized she was still beside him,
not that she minded. It gave her a chance to fill her gaze with his sharply
chiseled features.

The hard planes of his jaw and chin were in direct
contrast to his wide lips and thick eyelashes. It was difficult to look at
Talin and notice anything but those beautiful eyes.

Except when she did look down, she saw a body that made
her hands itch to touch him. His shirt barely contained wide shoulders that
tapered to narrow hips where navy pants encased his legs. Every muscle was
honed and defined.

As eye-catching as Talin’s personal package was, it
didn’t hold a candle to what drew her interest – his bearing. The way he stood,
walked, talked.

In a castle full of Light who believed themselves above
others, the only one who had the attitude and demeanor to carry it off was
Talin.

Cael
watched Talin leave the room. He’d seen firsthand what could happen to a Reaper
who fell in love with a Fae. Bran had destroyed the Reapers from the inside out
because of it.

“You’re
worried about him,” Erith said, breaking into his thoughts.

Cael
turned his head to her at her statement. “I worry about all my men.”

“They’re
not Bran.”

“I
didn’t think Bran was capable of killing us, but I was wrong.”

Erith
arched a black brow. “So you question your judgment?”

“You
choose the Fae to be Reapers.”

Erith’s
eyes widened before she looked at him with something akin to admiration. “So
you question my judgment.”

Cael
squeezed his eyes shut a moment. It hadn’t been a question. “You chose each of
us because we were betrayed in some way that brought about our deaths. We’re
all fighters.”

“But?”

“There
is no but. It’s a simple fact. We fight for justice, for you, and for the
continuation of things as they should be.”

She
tilted her head to the side and regarded him, her black locks moving with her.
“You’ve always had a higher sense of right and wrong than most. You aren’t
hasty in your decisions, and you weigh all your options. It’s why you’re a
leader. You should’ve been leader of the first group.”

“I
was the newest. Theo did a good job.”

“He
wasn’t you.”

Neve
pushed the door open and walked into the library. A three-story room stretched
endlessly before her. In the center of it all, high above them, was a dome of
windows, allowing light to stream in. There were comfy chairs, sofas, and even
tables one could go to.

Though
she’d rather do her research in private, that wasn’t possible since she was
being watched. The millions of books before her gave her pause, but just for a
second.

“Reapers.
Origin and facts,” she said aloud.

All
around the library, small, hovering lights appeared next to the books that
mentioned Reapers. Neve walked to the closest book and opened it.

Since
she was being observed, Neve wasn’t going to be able to write down the things
she found. It would all have to stay in her head.

She
went to each and every book regarding the Reapers. Neve was shocked at just how
many there were in the library, but most merely mentioned them as a legend.

Just
as she was about to give up, Neve saw something within a small book titled The
Truth of Legends. Within the pages, she learned that the Reapers were real.

The
volume went on to tell her that Reapers weren’t around to ensure a Fae didn’t
turn Dark. Though it never told her exactly what a Reaper did, the author was
explicitly clear that they should be avoided at all costs because they were
highly dangerous.

Neve
closed the book and moved on. Twenty books later, she ran across another
obscure text that mentioned the Reapers as being harbingers of Death. This
author surmised the Reapers were not to be feared, but accepted as part of Fae
culture.

She
looked at the book and how pristine the pages were. It was at least a million
years old, but no one had read it.

Neve
spent another hour finishing off the rest of the books containing anything
about Reapers. The last book held the most information, however. On the back
cover, in the lower left-hand corner was the same symbol painted on the wall.

She
opened the book, flipping through pages and searching for information on
Reapers. Then the light coming from the dome above struck a page. And she saw
the faint watermark of the symbol once more. It was on the upper inner corner
and was so small it would be missed unless someone knew what they were looking
for.

If
only she’d read this one first, she could’ve saved herself a lot of time.

On
the same page as the watermark, she found a poem.

The seven there are,
warriors all.

Do not do wrong or their
blade will fall.

Their appearances shrouded.

Their approach, clouded.

Against evil they fight.

Power and magic are their might.

They serve only one.

If you expose their identity
- run.

Secrecy is their defense.

If the truth escapes, Death
will commence.

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About the Author

New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Donna Grant has been praised for her "totally addictive" and "unique and sensual" stories. Her latest acclaimed series, Dark Kings, features a thrilling combination of dragons, Fae, and immortal Highlanders who are dark, dangerous, and irresistible. She lives with her two children and an assortment of animals in Texas.